Right before I went out with my newest bull, my husband and I decided to institute a little challenge. However many orgasms my date gave me tonight, that’s how many months my husband has to remain in chastity. Considering what an orgasmic woman I am…well, my pathetic bitch of a husband could be in for months of agony. So of course he wants to know how the date turned out—he wants to know what his sentence will be. One month? Two? A whole year without cumming? He’s waiting up for me when I get home late that night. I could just give him a number, but I don’t want him to think I just made something up. So I give him a step-by-step recounting of my night, building up to the moment when I reveal the full length of his denial